||Lisa||

It has been one week since I entered Taehyung's world, and I still can't believe he's the most handsome and romantic man I've ever encountered.

Every morning, I wake up in his bed, naked, enveloped in his kisses. He showers me with affection and care, and I find myself becoming illicitly infatuated with him.

He's introduced me to a world of wonder, one that surpasses anything I could have imagined. His desires are intense, and his passion is undeniable. Despite my innocence, I find myself drawn to him, willing to explore new territories with him.

At that moment, I realized that I would do anything for this man. I am completely captivated by him, and I am his, completely and unquestionably.

Despite our visits to his luxurious new office and his breathtaking mansion, where he has everything one could imagine, from a gym to a poolside and even a garden, Taehyung remains a man of rules, regulations, and perfectionism.

His touch elicits sensations of pleasure and comfort within me, gradually transforming me from a shy Lisa to a more confident version of myself.

Even though I've expressed my desire for autonomy, he enjoys playing with my body, occasionally inflicting pain.

However, it's not torture; instead, his touch soothes me in ways I never imagined. I find myself drawn to the sensations he evokes, reveling in the intensity of our encounters.

I've lost count of how many times we've made love, exploring every position and angle imaginable. He delights in our physical connection, always eager to explore new realms of pleasure.

Despite his allure and charm, there's an enigmatic and dangerous side to Taehyung that I can't fully comprehend.

Yet, I find myself irresistibly drawn to him, willing to explore the depths of his desires and the complexities of our relationship.

As I stood there in my dress, ready to head to the office, Taehyung emerged from the closet in his sharp suit. His gaze locked onto me, and I could feel the intensity in his eyes.

"You make me sexually aroused by it, Lisa," he confessed, his eyes smoldering with desire. His words stirred something within me, awakening the dark desires he had ignited within me.

His expression tugged at that primal part of me, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and uncertain. Had I done something wrong again?

"I don't have any condoms, Lisa. We need to go now," he continued, breaking the tension. "And I also want to take you shopping."

His words brought me back to reality, and I squirmed under his intense gaze. "Shopping? I thought we were going to the office now," I said, feeling a bit confused.

He stepped closer to me, his presence overwhelming. "I want to see you enjoy what I give you, Lisa," he replied with determination.

Nodding in understanding, I couldn't help but express my feelings. "I love you, Taehyung. I know you love me too, but I want to know when we are going to get married. I mean, how things will be handled."

His reaction was immediate, his anger flaring up. "Lisa, why do you always bring up the same topic? Marriage? When I said I'd handle it, don't you trust me?" He exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration.

Gulping nervously, I apologized, "I'm sorry, I just..." My words trailed off, unsure of how to express my concerns without upsetting him further.

He shouted at me, his frustration evident. "Sorry for what, Lisa? Can't you see we are happy? We have days to enjoy, and I chose you because I want you. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have brought you here, and I won't fight for your rights," he asserted, his tone harsh.

Feeling a pang of guilt, I fought back tears as he pulled me closer and kissed me forcefully.

He pushed me onto the bed and continued, "Lisa, you have to bear the pain and punishment. This will make you understand everything. It will be painful for you but pleasurable for me. Got that, Lisa?" He held my jaw tightly, forcing me to nod in agreement.

"I'll make you squirt today, tease you, and torture you," he declared ominously. Fear gripped me as he continued, "When your punishment is over and you're no longer angry, then I'll take you shopping. Understand?"

I nodded silently, unsure of what lay ahead but fearful of his intentions.

I asked hesitantly, "Are you going to hit me?"

His gaze was intense as he replied, "Yes, but it won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. You'll be happy when I do this with you. I want to punish you right now."

Feeling a mixture of apprehension and trust, I nodded and said, "I am ready for it."

He reassured me, "Trust me and give yourself to me fully."

Despite my reservations, I found myself unable to resist him. His words echoed in my mind as I struggled to comprehend his intentions.

He wants to hurt me... How do I deal with this? I can't hide the horror on my face.

But he saw through my fear, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Don't let yourself try to convince you otherwise, Lisa. One of the reasons I like to do this is because we either like to give or receive pain. I like to give pleasured pain to you. I don't know why, but it's something I want to experience only with you. You're the first woman in my life I am doing this with. It's very simple."

As he pulled me against him, I felt conflicted. Part of me wanted to run, but another part was inexplicably drawn to him on a deep, elemental level that I couldn't begin to understand.

"No, and right now, I just want to tie you up and fuck you senseless. Are you ready for that, but not now? Today you'll see something different, and don't make any sound; you know staff is here."

"Yes," I breathe as everything in my body tightens at once. Wow.

My heart starts pounding. This is it. I'm going to do this. My inner is spinning like a world. My blood is running heated and scared through my system—adrenaline mixed with lust and longing.

It's a heady, potent cocktail. Taehyung's stance has changed completely, subtly altered, harder, and meaner. He gazes down at me, and his eyes are heated, lustful, and hypnotic.

"When you're in here, you are completely mine," he breathes, each word slow and measured. "To do with as I see fit. Do you understand?"

His gaze is so intense. I nod, my mouth dry, my heart thumping for a way out of my chest.

"Take your heels off," he orders softly.

I swallow, and rather clumsily, I take them off. He bends picks them up and deposits them beside the door.

"Good. Don't hesitate when I ask you to do something. Now I'm going to peel you out of this dress. Something I've wanted to do for a few days, if I recall. I want you to be comfortable with your body, Lisa. You have a beautiful body, and I like to look at it. It is a joy to behold. I could gaze at you all day, and I want you unembarrassed and unashamed of your nakedness. Do you understand?"

I nodded as he said, "Speak to me, doll." I said, "Yes, Taehyung, I am yours; I understand it.".

He said to me. "Good. Lift your arms over your head." I do as instructed, and he reaches down and grabs the hem.

Slowly he pulls my dress up over my thighs, my hips, my belly, my breasts, my shoulders, and my head. He stands back to examine me and absentmindedly folds my dress, not taking his eyes off me.

He places it on the large chest beside the door. Reaching up, he pulls at my chin, his touch searing me.

"You're biting your lip," he breathes. "You know what that does to me," he adds darkly. "Turn around."

I turn immediately, with no hesitation. He unclasps my bra, and then taking both straps, he slowly pulls them down my arms, brushing my skin with his fingers and the tip of his thumbnails as he slides my bra off.

His touch sends shivers down my spine, waking every nerve ending in my body. He's standing behind me, so close that I feel the heat radiating from him, warming me, warming me all over.

He pulls my hair so it's all hanging down my back, grasps a handful at my nape, and angles my head to one side. He runs his nose down my exposed neck, inhaling all the way, then back up to my ear.

The muscles in my belly clench, carnal, and wanting. Jeez, he's hardly touched me, and I want him.

"You smell divine, Lisa," he whispers huskily, his lips grazing beneath my ear, sending shivers down my spine. A soft moan escapes my lips, but he quickly silences me with a hushed command.

"Quiet," he instructs, his breath warm against my skin. "Not a sound."

His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me as he pulls my hair gently, guiding me into position. The sensation is intoxicating, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

A hint of a smile plays on his lips as he speaks, his voice low and commanding. "Good girl," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.

He gestures for me to kneel beside the door, and I comply, albeit clumsily, my movements betraying a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"Sit back on your heels," he instructs his tone firm yet reassuring. As I follow his commands, placing my hands and forearms flat on my thighs, he guides me through each step, his voice unwavering.

"Part your knees," he commands, and I do so obediently, widening them as instructed. With each instruction, I feel a sense of submission wash over me, surrendering to his control.

"Look down at the floor," he commands, and I obey, my gaze fixed on the ground as I wait for his next command, my body thrumming with anticipation.

As he grasps my hair once more, gently pulling my head back to meet his gaze, I feel a mixture of anticipation and a hint of discomfort, though it's bearable.

"Do you remember this position, Lisa?" he asks, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes, Taehyung," I respond obediently.

"Good. Stay here, don't move," he instructs before disappearing into the closet.

Alone on my knees, I wait anxiously, the minutes ticking by slowly as anticipation gnaws at me from within. I wonder what he has in store for me, my mind racing with possibilities.

Finally, he returns, and as soon as I see him, a sense of calm washes over me mingled with heightened excitement. His presence is both comforting and electrifying.

"Good girl, Lisa," he praises, his words sending a thrill through me. "You look lovely like that. Well done. Stand up."

I obey his command, rising to my feet, but I keep my gaze lowered, feeling a rush of submission and arousal in his presence.

"You may look at me," he commands, his voice firm yet gentle as I meet his gaze, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

As he ties my hands with his belt, I can't help but admire his physique as he removes his shirt, revealing his toned torso. My heart races with desire, longing to touch him.

Sitting on the bed, he gestures for me to approach him, and I comply eagerly, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His kiss sends shivers down my spine as he reassures me, "My hand and fingers will be enough for you, Lisa."

As he positions me lying prone across his lap, I feel a surge of excitement and nervousness. When his hand makes contact with my hips in a light spank, I'm surprised to find that it doesn't hurt much, just a tingling sting.

"How does that feel?" he asks, his gaze penetrating mine.

I blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected sensation. "Okay," I respond, trying to mask my confusion with a frown.

He insists, "Did that hurt?"

"No," I admit, feeling a sense of relief that his touch isn't as painful as I anticipated.

"This is not going to hurt. Do you understand? Trust me, you'll be able to feel pleasure with this, Lisa," he explains, his words both comforting and firm. "Remember, it's your mistake that you're being punished for, but I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"

"Yes," I echo, my voice trembling with uncertainty. Can I truly trust him not to hurt me?

"I mean it," he reassures me, his tone firm yet reassuring.

My breathing quickens, and I can't shake the feeling that he's reading my thoughts. Is he aware of my inner turmoil?

"We aim to please, doll," he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

I comply immediately, feeling like I'm observing the scene from outside my own body. It's a surreal experience, both thrilling and terrifying.

Entrusting myself to him feels like stepping into the unknown, a leap of faith into the arms of a captivating man.

His presence is intoxicating, his scent a heady combination of body wash and his unique aroma. The urge to nuzzle into his chest overwhelms me, but I resist, aware of my vulnerable position.

Trussed up and unable to move, I feel a surge of arousal coursing through me as he caresses me with deliberate slowness.

"You look mighty fine dressed up like this, Lisa. And your smart mouth, quiet for now. I like that," he comments, his words stirring a mixture of excitement and apprehension within me.

He slowly hooks his fingers into my panties, his touch deliberate and unhurried, sending waves of anticipation coursing through me as he peels them down my legs with agonizing slowness.

Each movement is tantalizing, leaving me quivering and gasping as his hand trails around my body. When he flicks his hand against me, the sensation is both shocking and exhilarating, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me.

I cry out in surprise as my nerve endings come alive, my body responding eagerly to his touch. Pulling against the restraints, I'm consumed by the sweet, hedonistic feeling that washed over me.

"Quiet," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine as he circles me once more, his hand tracing a path slightly higher along my body. Anticipating his next move, I brace myself for the sweet sting of his touch.

As he flicks his hand against me again, hitting my nipple this time, I throw my head back in ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through me.

With each swift chastisement, my body convulses, my nipples hardening and elongating from the delicious assault.

"Does that feel good?" he breathes, his voice sending shivers of delight through me.

I nod eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washes over me in waves.

He delivers another stinging blow across my buttocks, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through me. My body trembles with anticipation as I brace myself for what's to come.

With each strike, my arousal builds, and I find myself lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

But when he directs his attention to my clitoris, I can't help but cry out in a mixture of pleasure and protest. "Oh, please! I can't, Taehyung," I groan, my voice pleading for mercy.

"Quiet, Lisa," he orders sternly, his voice commanding obedience. "Feel it. It's going to be fun, and I'll make you understand."

With each subsequent spank, the heat between my legs intensifies, my arousal reaching dizzying heights. Despite my initial reservations, I find myself succumbing to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.

As he continues to administer his punishment, I feel myself spiraling further into ecstasy, lost in the sea of sensation that consumes me.

And then, with a sudden change in direction, he trails his hand down to the entrance of my vagina, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

"It will be fun in the beginning, Lisa," he whispers, his tone ominous. "But soon, it will be painful."

"See how wet you are for this, Lisa. Open your eyes and your mouth," he commands, his voice filled with desire. I comply eagerly, completely seduced by his presence.

He pushes his finger into my mouth, and I suck on it eagerly, tasting the rich flavor mingled with the saltiness of my arousal. His eyes blaze with intensity, and I can feel myself falling deeper under his spell.

As he pulls his finger from my mouth, he grabs me and kisses me hard, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

I melt against him, craving more of his touch, but my hands remain bound above me, adding to the intensity of the moment. "Oh, Lisa, you taste mighty fine," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "Shall I make you come?"

"Please. Yes, please," I beg, my voice desperate with need.

He smiles triumphantly before instructing me to close my eyes. I shut out everything but the sensations coursing through my body as he begins to tease me, hitting me lightly against my belly before focusing his attention on my clitoris.

His soft, deliberate licks send waves of pleasure radiating through me, building with each pass until I can't hold back any longer.

With a cry of ecstasy, I succumb to the overwhelming pleasure, my body convulsing as I reach the peak of my climax. I sag weakly against him, my legs turning to jelly as I dissolve in his embrace.

The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, leaving me mewling and whimpering in his arms as I revel in the blissful release.

As Taehyung embraces me tightly, his voice low and intense, he questions, "Do you think I'll stop, doll?" Meeting his gaze, I find myself searching for answers. "

What's your next move, Taehyung? I've endured your punishment, please," I implore, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Another sharp sensation shoots through me as he strikes my clitoral area, causing me to gasp. His teeth graze my earlobe, adding to the intensity.

"Not now, doll," he murmurs. "I need you to understand something—whether we're together or not, if you're with me, you're with me. Your doubt hurts me deeply," he explains firmly, his words echoing in the charged atmosphere.

His touch is both commanding and possessive, leaving me conflicted and uncertain about what comes next. Yet, beneath it all, I sense a profound vulnerability, a yearning for trust and understanding.

As I struggle to process his words, I realize that at this moment, I am completely at his mercy.

I looked at him, my eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I love you; I don't want to upset you," I whispered, hoping he would understand my sincerity.

His gaze was intense as he responded, "What do you think, Lisa? A future, which I make. You know, Lisa, if I want something, I get it, and no one can stop me. So why are you worried?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but before I could respond, he pinched my nipple, causing a sharp jolt of pain to shoot through me.

He parted my legs and forcefully pushed his fingers into me, causing me to cry out in agony. As he increased the pressure, pushing three fingers inside, I screamed in pain.

He silenced me with a kiss, his fingers moving rapidly inside me.

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to endure the overwhelming sensation. And then, unexpectedly, my body responded in a way I never anticipated—I felt a release, a rush of pleasure, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

It was confusing and overwhelming and left me feeling vulnerable and exposed in ways I couldn't comprehend.

His chuckle sent a chill down my spine. "Such a good girl, you squirt now," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement.

He pushed me back onto the bed and began to taste me, his tongue exploring every inch of my being. Despite the overwhelming sensations, there was a strange comfort in his touch.

I closed my eyes, feeling weak and vulnerable under his skilled demonstrations. At that moment, he was like a sex god, commanding and powerful.

He had shattered my innocence, leaving me feeling exposed and different, but strangely, I didn't feel worried.

There was a twisted sense of acceptance in surrendering to him, knowing that he held the power to both pleasure and dominate me.

As soon as I felt his teeth sink into my clitoral area, I cried out in both pain and pleasure. His tongue followed, licking and teasing, sending waves of sensation coursing through me.

I longed to reach out and hold his hand, but I was bound, completely at his mercy. He was the man in power, and I was his woman, his lover, his doll.

Once he brought me to climax again, he moved up to my lips and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips, a reminder of the intimate act we had just shared. Feeling overwhelmed and exposed, I pleaded with him, "Please, untie me. Please."

He instructed me, "First, pleasure me, doll. You've made me hard, and I can't fuck you without a condom. We don't have time for that now. I want to take you shopping, but first, come and suck me."

I nodded eagerly as he untied me, and I positioned myself between his legs. He had pulled down his pants, and his cock stood at attention, ready for my touch. Taking his cock in my mouth, I savored the warmth and taste of his flesh.

I must admit, there was something undeniably hot and erotic about the act. As I began sucking with more enthusiasm, he started talking to me, "I love when you suck my cock."

His words spurred me on, and I increased the pace, one hand rubbing him while the other rested on his leg. He continued, "Now, that's a sight. I love watching you suck my cock from the side."

I kept bobbing my head up and down his hard shaft, feeling him start to thrust gently. "Suck my cock. Suck it good. Yeah, that feels good, baby," he moaned.

Pleasing him was intoxicating, and I reveled in the sensation of pleasing my Taehyung.

As I continued, I licked his cock up and down, focusing on that sweet spot that elicited such pleasure. I could tell he was enjoying it immensely, judging by how hard he was and the dark red hue of the head of his dick from the pressure.

Feeling my mouth start to tire, I paused briefly. He began stroking his cock, offering me a moment's respite. Encouraging him to keep going, I returned to pleasuring him with renewed vigor.

He informed me he was nearing climax, prompting me to keep my mouth firmly on his hard cock. I was determined to take his release in my mouth entirely.

With his continued strokes and my mouth enveloping the head of his cock, I could feel him thrusting gently into my mouth. Then, in a moment of anticipation, he whispered, "I'm getting close."

Ensuring my lips were sealed tightly around his cock, I remained steadfast in my determination to receive his cum in my mouth without a drop wasted.

He continued stroking and thrusting, and I kept sucking, eager for his release.

As he breathlessly announced his impending climax, I prepared myself, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Then it happened. His warm, wet cum shot out, landing on my tongue. I maintained my sucking rhythm as he continued to stroke, ensuring every last drop was extracted.

When he ceased stroking and withdrew his cock from my mouth, I held his cum in my mouth for a moment before swallowing it.

I managed to consume all of it; not a single drop spilled. I felt a sense of pride being the woman of Taehyung.

As soon as he did, he pulled me close to him, his words resonating deeply within me. "I've never seen such a beautiful and obedient girl like you, Lisa. You're something I want every day. I don't know, but you are such a goddess to me."

His words ignited a blush on my cheeks, and I felt overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions. At that moment, I realized that his love for me transcended mere words; it was evident in every action, every touch.

As I processed his confession, I understood that his actions spoke volumes, expressing his love more profoundly than any verbal declaration could.

His words were a confirmation of what I felt in my heart, and I found comfort in his unwavering affection.

"Do you feel any pain, Lisa?" He asked gently, his concern palpable. "This was your punishment, but if you're not okay, please tell me." His words were laced with sincerity, and I could see the depth of his love reflected in his eyes.

I looked into his eyes and confessed. "At first, I was scared and nervous. I felt pain in the beginning, but then I soon started to enjoy it."

"It's all in your mind, Lisa," he reassured me softly, his voice a soothing melody. "Let go of the fear and see the difference. Okay, now, if you want, take some rest. We can go later. I can't wait to see you try on the dresses I like, and I want you to enjoy yourself a bit."

Cupping his face tenderly, I replied, "I'm fine. I just need to take a shower, and then we can go." His nod of understanding filled me with warmth.

"Doll," he murmured, his voice laced with longing. "I wish I could shower with you, but I know I'd lose myself. I can't risk anything right now. So, go ahead and take your shower. Wear something good; you know how possessive I am over you, Lisa. I can't bear the thought of other men seeing you exposed or in revealing clothes. But I want to see you, and only you, naked for me."

I nodded in agreement, my heart swelling with affection as I kissed him back. With his help, I rose from the bed, feeling a rush of warmth as he pressed his lips to my hand. My cheeks flushed with his compliment.

"Your innocence fills me with restlessness, Lisa," he confessed, his eyes reflecting both admiration and longing. "I don't know what I've done to deserve such a beautiful, young, kind, and pure girl like you."

Feeling touched by his words, I replied, "Because a kind, gentle, and loving man like you, who always fights for what's right and remains loyal, deserves a pure heart."

I sensed a shift in his expression, a mixture of gratitude and contemplation. He gestured for me to proceed, and I made my way to his closet, where he had instructed his staff to prepare a separate space for my belongings.

Although my wardrobe wasn't extensive, Taehyung had ordered us to go shopping together, knowing my need for new attire.

Feeling his love and care enveloping me, I couldn't help but reflect on our relationship. As I selected my lingerie and a dress I adored—a long frock—I made my way to his bathroom.

Hanging my dress, I turned on the shower, closing my eyes to savor the moment.

His touch on my body brought a twinge of ache from the earlier punishment, but a newfound determination stirred within me.

I realized that I needed to be bolder for Taehyung, to show him my desires and love openly. Why had I been so timid before?

Now, I resolved to reveal a new side of myself to him—one unafraid to express my desires and affection.

I understood that Taehyung appreciated me for who I was, including my desires and needs. Our connection transcended mere physical intimacy; it was a deep, soulful love.

While others might engage in physical relations for mere pleasure, ours was rooted in a profound bond of love and understanding.

I realized there was no need for shame—I owed it to myself and to Taehyung to embrace our love boldly and without reservation.

With newfound openness and determination, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my skin, washing away the remnants of the day.

I reached for the shampoo, massaging it into my hair with gentle strokes, relishing in the sensation.

Next, I grabbed the body wash, its scent filling the air as I lathered it onto my skin, feeling refreshed with each movement.

As I washed away the soap, I couldn't help but smile, knowing Taehyung would appreciate my newfound confidence.

After rinsing off, I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a plush towel.

Taking my time, I carefully applied lotion to my skin, reveling in the sensation as I smoothed it over my body, feeling rejuvenated and ready to embrace the evening ahead.

Once I finished, I admired myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of empowerment. With Taehyung's love and support, I knew I could be unapologetically myself, embracing every aspect of who I was.

As I dressed in the long dress I had chosen earlier, I felt a sense of anticipation for the adventures that awaited us.

||Taehyung||

As Lisa's words echoed in the air, a sudden wave of guilt crashed over me, hitting me like a ton of bricks. Her genuine kindness and unwavering love pierced through the walls I had built around myself, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

With a heavy heart, I could only nod silently as I watched her graceful figure retreat, a profound sense of remorse settling in the depths of my soul.

Slowly, I made my way to the corner of the room, my movements weighed down by the burden of my actions.

Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at me from within.

Despite the rush of pleasure, I had felt in asserting my dominance over her, I now found myself grappling with the consequences of my actions.

Surveying the room, now littered with the remnants of our passionate encounter, a pang of regret pierced through me.

As I began to clear away the mess, each item I picked up served as a painful reminder of the betrayal lurking beneath the surface.

Despite Lisa's unwavering belief in my kindness and loyalty, I knew all too well that I was not the man she thought me to be.

In the deafening silence that followed, I couldn't help but confront the harsh reality of my shortcomings.

Despite my best efforts to hide behind a facade of loyalty, I couldn't escape the truth—I was a man plagued by doubt and deceit, unworthy of the love and trust Lisa so freely bestowed upon me.

As I grappled with my conflicting emotions, frustration and anger surged within me. Why was I playing this dangerous game with Lisa, a woman who didn't fit into the mold of my usual pursuits?

Unlike the women I typically chose, Lisa didn't match my standard status. Yet, there was something about her—something intangible—that drew me in.

As I contemplated the situation, it dawned on me that perhaps Lisa's standards were not beneath mine but rather transcended them.

Her morals and values resonated on a deeper level, challenging my own beliefs and forcing me to confront aspects of myself I had long ignored.

Despite my past of fleeting relationships and casual encounters, I found myself unable to shake the connection I felt with Lisa. Unlike the others, she stirred something within me, igniting a desire to understand my own emotions and motivations.

But before I could make sense of it all, I knew I needed to confront the frustration and anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Was it fear of the unknown or resentment at being challenged to change? Only by delving into the depths of my psyche could I hope to find the answers I sought.

As I stood in front of my closet, uncertainty gnawed at me. With a sigh, I reached for my new suit, the fabric smooth beneath my fingertips. Donning the shirt, I felt the familiar weight of responsibility settles on my shoulders.

Making my way to the spare room adjacent to mine, I entered the bathroom, seeking solace in the routine of my daily bath.

Closing my eyes, I allowed the warm water to wash over me, but try as I might, I couldn't escape the image of Lisa that lingered in my mind.

Opening my eyes, I reached for the shampoo, the familiar scent comforting in its familiarity. Squirt after squirt, I lathered the shampoo into my hair, the repetitive motion providing a brief respite from the turmoil swirling within me.

As I washed away the suds, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, a yearning for clarity amid uncertainty.

With each stroke of my hand, I washed away the doubts and fears that plagued my mind, hoping to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos. As the water cascaded over my body.

Finishing my shower, I turned off the water and stepped out onto the tile floor, the warmth of the bathroom enveloping me.

Grabbing a towel, I gently patted my skin, the soft fabric offering a sense of comfort amid my turmoil.

Moving to the mirror, I reached for the hair dryer, its hum filling the room as I began to dry my hair. As I watched my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty.

Was I making the right choice in pursuing Lisa, or was I simply setting myself up for more heartache? Why I would be heartbroken isn't my plan that after using Lisa these months I will discard her. I know how to use my words.

I will make sure that Lisa will never understand what I am doing with her. I just want her, for sometimes I don't need her; I just want to have fun and satisfy myself, but still, Lisa's words make me feel guilty. It is something new to me.

Pushing aside the doubts that threatened to consume me, I focused on the task at hand, determined to maintain my composure.

With each pass of the hair dryer, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the chaos.

Once my hair was dry and styled to perfection, I reached for my tuxedo, the crisp fabric smooth beneath my fingers.

Slipping into the jacket, I straightened my tie with practiced precision, the familiar ritual offering a sense of grounding amid uncertainty.

With one last glance in the mirror, I squared my shoulders and steeled myself for what lay ahead. Taking a deep breath, I exited the bathroom and made my way back to my bedroom.

Approaching the vanity, I meticulously fixed my hair, ensuring every strand was in place. Spritzing on my favorite cologne, I glanced at my watch, noting the time with a sense of urgency.

Grabbing my iPhone, I quickly checked for any missed messages before turning my attention to the room.

Satisfied with its neatness, I retrieved my car keys, ready to embark on the evening's endeavors. Just then, Lisa emerged from her room, adorned in a beautiful frock that accentuated her radiant beauty.

Her hair was dry, framing her face in an ethereal glow.

"My beautiful doll," I murmured, unable to contain the admiration that welled within me. Lisa blushed at my words, her eyes sparkling with affection as she approached me, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"Stop doing this, doll," I gently admonished, though my heart ached at the thought of pulling away. "We have to go now. Get ready, okay?"

As Lisa nodded, she gracefully picked up her makeup from the vanity, applying just the right amount to enhance her natural beauty.

With a deft hand, she styled her bangs, her reflection in the mirror a picture of elegance and poise.

Gazing at our reflections side by side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. "You are a perfect match for me, Lisa," I stated, my voice filled with conviction.

Her hand found mine, her touch sending a surge of warmth through me. "I love you, and you love me. That's what truly matters, Taehyung," she affirmed, her words carrying a weight of sincerity that touched my soul. "I've experienced a multitude of emotions with you, even ones I never knew I was capable of."

Nodding in agreement, I squeezed her hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of my feelings for her. With shared understanding and a newfound sense of unity, we stepped out of the room together.

As we descended the stairs, Lee Han, my butler, greeted us with a respectful bow. "Sir, where are you going?" he inquired, his demeanor professional yet attentive.

Glancing at Lee Han, I replied, "We're going shopping. Make sure everything is handled here, Lee Han. I've instructed the staff to clean up before our return."

Lee Han nodded in understanding, his years of service evident in his efficient manner. As Lisa observed him with respect, she politely interjected, "Would you like to join us, Uncle?"

Regrettably, Lee Han declined with a warm smile. "No, dear. You two enjoy yourselves. I have work to attend to."

Throughout the week that Lisa had spent with me at the mansion, she had acquainted herself with the staff. Her genuine kindness and respect toward everyone had earned her their admiration.

Despite their differing levels within the mansion, Lisa treated each person with the same level of dignity and consideration. It was this quality that endeared her to everyone she encountered.

I looked at Lisa and said, "Let's go." She nodded in agreement, and together we made our way out of the mansion.

My guards, ever vigilant, bowed respectfully as we passed by. "Take us to the grand mall," I instructed them without hesitation.

Without a word, the guards swiftly made arrangements. One went to fetch my Porsche while the others prepared the SUV for our journey.

As the chauffeur opened the door for us, I guided Lisa inside, pulling her closer to me as the car began to move.

The familiar hum of the engine filled the air as we sped off toward the mall. Lost in thought, I couldn't shake the events of the past week from my mind.

Despite using Lisa to satisfy my lust under the disguise of love, I found myself increasingly drawn to her, consumed by a desire that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

Confusion gnawed at me for the first time in what felt like an eternity. I questioned my intentions towards Lisa, unsure of what lay ahead for us.

My dark soul yearned for more from her—a craving that left me feeling unsettled and conflicted.

During the past week, I had subjected Lisa to my whims, leading her down a path of shamelessness that left me feeling both exhilarated and guilty. As I grappled with these conflicting emotions.

As we arrived at the mall, my guards stepped out of their SUVs and took up their positions, ensuring our safety. Lisa and I exited the car, the bustling atmosphere of the luxurious mall engulfing us as we entered.

"Doll, buy whatever you like. Don't be shy, and most importantly, enjoy yourself," I encouraged her, a genuine smile gracing my lips. Her happiness was paramount to me.

With a nod, Lisa replied, "Stay by my side, please." Her request was simple, but it carried a weight of vulnerability that tugged at my heartstrings.

I reassured her with a nod, silently promising to be there for her every step of the way.

Together, we navigated through the maze of shops and boutiques, Lisa's eyes lighting up with excitement at each discovery.

She hesitated at first, reluctant to indulge in her desires, but I urged her to embrace the moment and treat herself.

As we perused the aisles, I couldn't resist showering her with gifts—expressive purses, makeup, lingerie, dresses, and even nightwear.

Despite her protests and pleas for moderation, I insisted on spoiling her, determined to see her smile.

Though her gratitude was evident, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that crept into my conscience. But at that moment, as I watched her radiant smile light up the room, I pushed aside my doubts, focusing solely on ensuring her happiness.

As I escorted Lisa to a grand restaurant within the mall, we shared a meal; the ambiance was serene and comforting. My guards dutifully followed, carrying all the bags of our recent purchases.

However, as we passed by the Cartier store, an impulse surged within me, compelling me to shower Lisa with even more gifts. Unable to resist, I turned to her and asked, "Lisa, do you want something more?"

To my surprise, she shook her head, her expression reflecting gratitude and humility. "It's too much, Taehyung. It's enough—more than enough. You've already given me so much," she replied earnestly.

Despite her protestations, a persistent urge gnawed at me, compelling me to fulfill my desire to lavish her with even more gifts. "Lisa, you can go and sit in the car. I'll just be a moment," I insisted, my voice tinged with determination.

With a nod of understanding, Lisa acquiesced, and I gestured for my guards to escort her to the car. As she departed, I couldn't help but ponder the reason behind my insatiable need to provide for her, a feeling that stirred within me with undeniable intensity.